Disclaimer-- I don't own the characters of CSI:NY and the title comes from a song by Alan Jackson

Sheldon Hawkes didn't really get pissed; and when he did get pissed he most certainly didn't get so pissed that he threw punches. So when their colleague's first connected hard with a wall outside the Crime Lab, Danny and Flack shared a confused look.

"You okay, Doc?" Flack question.

Hawkes turned from the wall, shaking his hand and sending a few drops of blood scattering. "I need a drink," he told him.

Danny nodded, understanding the feeling completely. "You off duty?"

"Yeah, you?"

Both Danny and Flack nodded, and the former looked at his friends with a smile. "Then what are we waiting for? Grab your stuff and let's go."

A couple hours later they were all pleasantly buzzed but Sheldon had yet to tell them what exactly had happened to make him take out his aggression on a brick wall. Before long discussion turned to women, as it was wont to do, and Danny somehow came to the conclusion that they really needed to find Hawkes a girl.

After he shot down the suggestion of a fourth woman in the bar, Danny let out an exasperated sigh. "That's it, whatever's got you so aggravated has to be a woman, because that last girl was smokin' hot. Not to mention she checked you out on her way in here."

"I don't need a woman Danny."

"Because you've already got one and that's the problem?" Flack asked.

Sheldon saluted the detective with his drink. "Got it in one."

Danny's attention turned rapidly from the waitress who'd been taking his order back to the conversation at hand. "Whoa, who's the woman Doc?"

"It's not important anymore," he told him.

"What happened?" Don questioned. Having very recently heard a particular detective bitch about her stubborn ass now ex-boyfriend, he had a pretty good idea of who Hawkes was talking about.

He shook his head, leaning back in his chair and taking a pull from his drink. Whatever happened it had him completely out of sorts. "I got pissed, made some comments that were completely out of line, she dumped my ass. End of story."

"Doesn't seem like it's the end of the story," Danny commented. "If you're this torn up by it and you won't even look at another woman, it's not the end of the story."

Hawkes managed to hold back a comment about the pot and the kettle, but just barely. "Maybe none of them are my type."

"You have a type?"

He nodded, and it was clear there was only one face in his head. "I have a type."

"All men have a type," Don told Danny. "Every last one of us."

"My only type is Montana," he said more to himself than anyone else.

Now it was time for Flack and Hawkes to share a concerned look. Danny and Lindsay were still rocky at best, and though he felt like a complete bastard and had all but begged her to take him back Lindsay had yet to buy it; and rightfully so after what Danny had done. Flack knew that Dan would just have to prove to Linds how much he cared, but for the moment he and Hawkes just left it alone.

"You say everyone has a type, so what's yours Flack?" Sheldon asked.

It was pretty damn clear that Flack only had one woman on his mind as well, if his grin was any indication. That was news to both Danny and Hawkes, who listened intently as he spoke. "Tall, dark hair, light eyes, brains til' kingdom come. Someone dedicated and driven with a sense of humor and a smart ass streak to match; fearless and gorgeous inside and out."

"I hope you know you sound like you just quoted a romance novel," Danny told his friend with a snort.

"Sounds an awful lot like someone we know," Hawkes commented, a smile forming on his face.

"Picked up on that too huh?" Danny questioned.

Flack simply watched them with a grin on his face. "I don't know what you two are talking about." He pulled out his wallet and dropped a couple of bills on the table. "That should cover me, I'm out of here."

"Someone waiting for ya Flack?"

"With any luck, Danno." He turned to Hawkes before he left. "I've got a friend from the office whose boyfriend pulled the same thing you did," he told him. "She told me all that she wants is for him to trust her a bit more and try to get past where they've both been and try to look forward."

Hawkes nodded in understanding. "Thanks."

Danny's gaze darted between Hawkes and Flack's retreating back. "What the hell was that?"

"That was the answer to my problems."

When Stella heard knocking on her door at midnight she knew it could only be one person. Deciding a robe would be a good idea on the off chance it wasn't who she thought it was, she pulled one on and headed for the door.

When she found Don leaning against the doorframe she couldn't help but smile. "Lindsay said Hawkes mentioned you guys were headed out for drinks after he picked up his stuff. You drunk?"

He shook his head. "Tipsy at best."

"Even so, if you got behind the wheel to get here you're not putting a foot in here," she told him.

Don stepped into the room, delighted when she smiled again. "That's the beauty of living in a city with so many cabs," he responded.

"Gotta love it."

He hummed some sort of agreement before pushing the door closed with his foot and taking her into his arms. Turning to press her back to the door, he untied her robe so he could slip his hands under her tank top to press against her skin. "We were talking about types."

"Really?" she questioned. "And is the jig up?"

"They have an idea. I pretended I didn't know what they're talking about; I don't want to share you."

Stella reached up to touch his cheek, feeling an arrow of heat when he turned his head to kiss her palm. "You're being cautious because of me, and I appreciate it but you don't have to. I want people to know about this Don."

His hands moved to hers, lacing their fingers together. "Caution is part of it Stell, but I wasn't being a smart ass. I waited for a long time for you to be in my life this way; I want some time to have you all to myself before we let everyone else in."

"You really are a ridiculously sweet man, you know that right?" she asked.

"Well maybe, but don't let it get out; all those idiots on the streets would think I've gone soft," he teased.

Stella turned her mouth up to welcome a kiss, laughing when they pulled back. "Is that such a problem?"

He was holding the most beautiful woman he had even known in his arms and she was looking up at him with love and trust in her eyes. As he bent down to bring his mouth to hers again he decided that the answer was a resounding no. It really wasn't a problem at all.

Note From The Author-- Okay, so this was originally supposed to be part of Moments. But then I got into it and it wouldn't let me go so there will be three, maybe four chapters; one with a specific focus on each of the guys and probably one more general wrap up.